Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

"Vuyo, if you still have a trace of pity for me, would you please let me go?" She almost begged him, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at her in astonishment. Zhan Yan had never revealed such a genuine and fragile emotion in front of him. It was what he had neglected all along, that Zhan Yan needed to be cared for and cared for as well.

"Yan Yan Yan." He whispered in a low, deep voice, got up, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her profusely, his lips flailing in her mouth, trying to soothe her uneasiness, but unconsciously hurting her wound.

"Let go, it hurts!" Zhan Yan tried her best to reject him. Her tears flowed even more violently as they slid down her lips. That bitter taste spread to her heart.

He frowned as he let her go, then ignored her resistance and pulled up her sleeves. Streaks of blood still seeped out from the untreated wounds. Angie got hurt? "

Let me go